"I don't know what was up with that chick last night," Ron told me the next day. "Don't pay any attention to that shit."
"Okay," I shrugged, kicking at the water with my bare feet. We were sitting on the end of the dock and I'd taken off my shoes and socks.
"Some people are like that," he continued, maybe talking to himself as much as me. "They don't feel good unless somebody else feels bad."
"I don't feel bad," I said. "Maybe she was drunk."
"Heh! Maybe," Ron agreed with a grin. "How long you been gay?"
"Ummm ... I dunno," I giggled nervously. "Since I met Gary, I guess."
"Gary's cool," he nodded. "Didn't know he was all like that though."
"Like gay?"
"Yeah," Ron said, giving me a look. "You okay talking about it like this?"
"There's nobody else around," I replied, looking over m
